he knows what she feels and even though he is clouded with indecision, he still decided to protect her.
● atsukyo | nakajima atsushi x izumi kyoka ●
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Nakajima Atsushi was alone and always been abandoned by people around him. He was referred as useless and a heavy load to people he always been living with, even the orphanage who took him had him vanished but he found people who didn't saw him as a hindrance to them but of use. The Agency took him, gave him some sense of purpose and gave him another chance to live.
His uncontrollable ability, though deemed useless before then was seen of use when the day he used it to save lives in the train along with girl named Izumi Kyoka.
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Earlier that day, Dazai Osamu failed to report to the Agency, but the members were speculating that he had done again his usual eccentric activities that certainly include suicidal activities.
Atsushi then, came along with Yosano-sensei because his fellows suddenly dissappear when the said doctor came to the scene. Yosano-sensei asked him to help her with her shopping loads, careful not to drop anything as she reminded him of to be careful but his eyes caught something.
A girl with indigo hair, a white head band and her hair splitted into two sections, separated with flower tie that flew gently as she slowly stride in the opposite direction of his direction. It reminds him of spring, cherry blossom falling with such serenity into the ground.
Momentarily, their eyes met, he was mesmerized by her beauty as she unusually wore a red kimono with a long yellow datejime that reach down her feet with sandals to accompanied her overall appearance. Her unusual appearance stood her in a way that her beauty stood out, it made him lose his focus and stumbled. Making the shopping loads dropped, dented in its side. He thought that was the only chance that he could meet her but fate was cruel, they stood at the very opposite side. Him, from the noble agency and her, from an underground organization that currently wanted him either dead or alive.
As the train continued to operate, his eyes were train to the familiar girl he met earlier. His desire of protecting the people had drove him to move forward even with uncertainties clouding his decision.
Her words rang in his ears, reminded him of a familiar image that he very well knew deep within.
"I'm Kyoka. I've killed 35 people." Her robotic voice made him flinched, leaving him numb to the core. He knew that he couldn't let this people suffer from the lingering danger that accompanied his existence.
A voice from the phone activated her ability, Demon Snow, a woman with a katana in its hand, ready to be sheath and to be slash to its enemy. The moment the katana made a contact in him, he felt the sword thrust in his chest in a swift manner and the blood gushed out wildly.
He was left in one knee to the ground but but he stood, ran towards her though in one second, he hesitated as fear seized him but his arm protected him from the katana turned into arm of a tiger. His speed escalated like of a tiger, dodging every strike and even destroyed its katana. His arm looming over her throat and told her it was over.
Her voice found its way and again introduced herself and how many she killed using her ability but this time she told the latest kills she made but it was robotic and almost...filled with remorse. He gritted his teeth, he demanded her to speak with her emotions. Instead she showed the bomb, attached in her chest. His eyes widened at the sight, she willingly gave the remote.
The moment he clicked the button, they were entwined by fate to empathize each other and show each others worth.
She pushed him away as her feet neared the edge of the gate away from the train.
"I'm Kyoka. I've killed 35 people. I don't want to kill anyone anymore!" Her eyes brimmed with tears and had propelled herself away from the train.
Atsushi propelled himself to Kyoka, from that moment on the wheel of their fate continued to reel leading them to a mutual platonic empathy.
